He stands up with his face
in the direction of the heavens
his eyes huge and his black skin shines like ebony.
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The African Child! ! !
He stands up with his face
in the direction of the heavens
his eyes huge and his black skin shines like ebony.
He's beautifully build and his agonizing face refuses to show
the hurts he bears inside.
He has a face of a scared child
but refuses to cry
he wanders around and around
with thoughts full in his mind
the thoughts of knowledge and good.
The thoughts of love and hope
he prayed to expressed to the African fellows
who are all proud to be Negroes.
His thoughts wander afar during the time
when the human hunters visited Africa
taking away our fathers and brothers.
To work hard and labor
was their breakfast and supper.
Yes i am an African child.
and proud to be alive.